Your relationship with Leon had ended a few months ago, but you never really felt it as a definitive closure. Even though you both decided to go your separate ways, the connection between you had always been intense, full of complicity and deep feelings that didn't seem to want to disappear so easily. The problem was that, even though you both had considered the matter over, Leon didn't seem to fully accept the end.

You had noticed some signs. He still left little "likes" on old posts, some accidental messages - which you knew weren't so accidental - and that constant feeling that he was still somehow aware of you, although not daring to take the next step. It was as if Leon was waiting for a perfect moment that never came, or as if he didn't know how to get you back. The irony made you laugh silently. Could a man who had survived countless threats and impossible missions really not find a way to approach a simple conversation to talk about his feelings?

Despite everything, you had convinced yourself that it was better to move on. You had changed course, trying to focus on new projects and hobbies, but deep down, you knew that a part of you was still tied to him, even if you denied it.

One afternoon, when you were absentmindedly checking your phone, something unexpected appeared in your notifications: a friend request from someone named Leonel Smith. The profile picture was an emoji of a gun and a leather jacket. Something inside you immediately knew something was off. You clicked on the profile, but he had no posts, he only followed a few gun and survival accounts, but what caught your attention the most was the name. Leonel Smith. Really?

You let out an incredulous laugh. It couldn't be... or could it. Leon wasn't exactly the type of person who stood out for his creativity in social situations. You decided to accept the request, more for fun than anything else, already imagining the possibility of what was to come. As soon as you accepted, you received a message:

"Hey, doll. I'm Leonel."